Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 357: The battle started, got on board...and then was killed

On the day the game started, there was a lot of noise inside and outside the venue.

Many wizards crowded at the entrance of the auditorium, and national quintessences from various countries were heard everywhere, and from time to time there would be pushing and shoving.

After all, the duel competition is not like the Quidditch World Cup. This kind of competition itself is full of blood.

The tense atmosphere in the Spanish magic world these days has also made the audience who came to watch the duel competition full of anger.

If those Quidditch hooligans from the British wizarding world came here, they would probably behave like students.

But the fuss has nothing to do with Harley.

When the game was about to start, Harley came alone to the entrance reserved for contestants near the competition venue.

Professor Flitwick took Fleur through another passage and had already entered the venue to watch the game.

As a former duel competition champion, he still brought his students to participate in the competition this time, and the official gave him two sets of tickets for free.

There were a large number of staff waiting at the entrance of the contestants, most of whom were Aurors.

A petrifying curse followed one after another, hitting the wizard in front of him.

"You know me?" Harley was a little surprised.

In the end, the referee had no choice but to look at Harley with a helpless face: "Miss Potter... could you please do me a favor and remove the magic from the Cretan player?"

These players asked themselves and felt that they were basically powerless to resist the fire dragon in an unexpected situation.

Her pace suddenly slowed down and she put her hands behind her back, as if waiting for something.

After all, he also knew the strength of the girl in front of him, and he also knew how much he weighed.

It can be seen that several dark wizards obviously want to do something, such as questioning the order of the draw.

"But I still want to go all out to see the gap between you and me. Please be lenient when the time comes."

The senior official's expression was a little surprised for a moment, but his good political literacy allowed him to quickly adjust his state and clapped his hands vigorously:

After leaving the competition venue, Harley walked towards the resting area prepared by the officials.

In the breakout stage, players compete in pairs according to the numbers they have drawn. The winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated.

Harley was stunned for a moment, then realized why the referee acted like this.

The hall was huge, about the size of three Hogwarts Great Halls.

The International Wizarding Duel Competition is divided into two parts, the breakout round and the knockout round.

The petrification spell on Crete was instantly lifted.

"Armor protection!" "Dark light protection!"

But the audience was still packed, and everyone was waving their wands and looking very excited.

<divclass="contentadv">In the best area, Harry saw Professor Flitwick and Fleur.

As he said that, Harley crossed her arms over her chest, looking a little scared.

Finally he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Miss Potter...can I invite you to go shopping after the game?"

His eyes swept across the hall and paused on Harley's face.

"Are you done?" Harley yawned and stretched, "Then it's my turn."

"If nothing else, I will never be able to defeat a fire dragon in a one-on-one situation."

Several half-moon-shaped rays of light flew out from the tip of his wand, forming a rotating and cutting light wheel in mid-air, and struck at Harry.

Fifteen seconds later, Crete picked up the wand, leaving his ankle hurt from the fall, and carried out emergency treatment for himself.

"However, according to international laws, wizards who kill their opponents do not need to bear legal responsibility."

A look of awe suddenly appeared on the referee's face, and when facing Harley, he unconsciously bent his waist a few points.

"Of course." Harry didn't even raise her wand, just lightly snapped her fingers.

And Harley was wearing a sports suit today, with white boat socks and Muggle sneakers on her feet, exposing her white arms and ankles to the air.

The smile in Harry's eyes disappeared, revealing a hint of disbelief.

In addition, considering that the food provided by the organizer was of average taste and was mainly intended to help the players quickly recover their physical strength, no one came over to cheat on them.

Obviously, the officials are also afraid of those dark wizards gathering to cause trouble.

Harley waved her wand lazily, and an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in mid-air.

When they come to participate in this competition, most of them probably have the same idea - as long as I can't beat others, I can advance!

As for the venue where Harley is located, the game is much better to watch.

The drawing of lots was held in this hall where a lot of magic was applied to ensure fairness.

"Thank you...thank you for showing mercy."

"Since no one has taken the initiative to withdraw, the eight contestants who have drawn numbers 1 to 4, please go directly to the ring."

When Harley walked into the hall, she instantly attracted a lot of attention.

Nearly half of these contestants had their faces covered and were wearing thick robes. They were very similar to the wizards who suddenly appeared on the streets in the past few days.

Some of them had seen the reports that Rita had placed in newspapers from various countries, and recognized that the girl in front of them was the champion of the recently concluded Six-wizard Tournament, and she single-handedly killed a fire dragon in the first event.

When he found Harley, Crete's eyes lit up and he immediately strode over.

She waved to the two, and Fleur and Professor Flitwick waved back to Harry.

This is also to ensure that the competition is as fair and just as possible and to prevent anyone from bribery and cheating.

When the game started, Crete immediately swung his wand quickly.

A most conventional barrier and a black magic barrier unfolded instantly, firmly protecting Crete inside.

Although Harley deliberately restrained her magic, the powerful spell still knocked her opponent away and almost slipped off the ring.

After Harley got the certificate proving her identity as a player, she quickly followed the road signs written in multiple languages ​​and finally entered the lottery hall.

"For the remaining players, please go to the viewing area specially prepared for the players and wait patiently. When it is your turn to compete, specialized personnel will notify you."

"Honestly, I don't think I can beat you." Crete had a complicated look on his face.

However, if you want to enjoy more food after eating the prescribed portion, it is up to the players themselves.

"I would like to emphasize once again that all spells except the three unforgivable curses can be used."

A series of harmless curses streaked across the sky, such as grinning and cheering, Abolanta dance, and sticks stuck in front teeth...

Crete was stunned, opened his mouth and let out a cry of grief and indignation:

Seeing that Harley's wand was no longer pointing at her opponent, the referee felt relieved and began to break the petrification spell on Crete.

The referee suddenly shuddered when he saw that Harley didn't seem to stop because of his decision and continued to walk towards her opponent.

However, the Aurors around them who were wearing cloaks and covering their bodies made them hesitate.

Harley nodded slightly as a yes.

When he saw Harley, a hint of caution flashed through his eyes, and he nodded to Harley:

"Hello, Miss Harry Potter, the powerful wizard from Hogwarts."

"Of course." The wizard nodded, "My name is Polyac Crete, a graduate of Durmstrang."

Countless fireworks rose into the sky, blooming with sparks, and were held in mid-air by magic, making the arena look like daylight.

Crete's face changed suddenly, as if he remembered something very terrifying.

But it was all in vain.

In the arena competition, another player who drew the No. 2 ball has already taken his position in advance.

So they had begun to feel a burst of fear and panic in their hearts, and prayed that they would never run into Harley;

There were also several wizards who were onlookers on the street that day.

"Britain, Harry Potter wins!" The referee on the side quickly announced Harry's victory.

The other three players on the field seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then a sparse magical light erupted.

Along the way, many contestants who did not know Harley were busy making way for Harley.

However, considering that there were so many spectators staring at him, the referee still bit the bullet and strode forward to separate the two people with his body.

"Uncle, you are such a person! I am not even fifteen years old! You look at least thirty years old!"

"So considering life safety, if you want to withdraw now, you still have a chance."

They witnessed with their own eyes how easily a wizard could vomit blood and fall to the ground with just a flick of Harry's wand, without chanting any spells. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, the last draw will occur, and the players will be divided into half areas according to the drawn numbers to compete for the championship trophy.

"You're welcome. After all, this is just a game." Harley put down the cup in her hand, looked up and smiled.

However, in the breakout stage, each player can only have one bye.

"The breakout competition will be divided into four groups and will be held simultaneously. Players who have drawn the same number in the previous draw will compete."

Harley's wand tapped lightly in mid-air, and the two barriers created by Crete instantly shattered.

It was a wizard from Northern Europe. He looked at least thirty years old, with short golden hair shining in the light of the salute.

When the time came to eight o'clock in the evening, a gun salute sounded outside.

After a while, Critter entered here, rubbing his sore back.

Harley picked an unoccupied table and sat down, and a menu automatically appeared on the table.

There are densely packed chairs and tables in the hall, and many players have been waiting there for a long time.

There will also be some lucky numbers in the middle, and you can get a bye if you draw them.

It was obvious that out of the six wizards from the other three groups, no one could fight. They were basically the ones who had been responsible for accompanying runners in previous competitions.

With that said, Harley took a step forward slightly.

However, an embarrassing scene occurred. No matter how hard the referee tried, the petrification spell on Crete could not be successfully lifted.

And Crete naturally has his own unique insights into black magic. The crossbow arrow at the end is his offensive magic at the bottom of the box.

Harley ignored him and spun around in a circle while waving to the audience with a smile.

"Please try not to kill your opponent during the game. When death occurs, the murderer will be given a warning. If the referee determines intentional homicide and the evidence is conclusive, the player will be directly ruled as a loser and eliminated from the competition.

Obviously, the strength of these players is relatively close...or to put it more bluntly, they are novices pecking each other.

At the end of the breakout round, there will be thirty-two players who advance to the knockout rounds.

The light wheel and crossbow arrows were unable to move forward after hitting the barrier, and finally shattered directly and turned into pure magic power.

The mist continued to shake in mid-air, and finally condensed into the shape of an arrow.

Crete roared and slashed hard with his wand, and the black crossbow arrows instantly cut through the night sky and flew towards Harry.

It's a pity that the light wheel and the crossbow arrows are of no use.

Although today is only the first breakout match, the contestants are mixed, and it is difficult to have an extremely exciting showdown.

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But there are also many contestants whose pupils narrowed instantly when they saw Harley and immediately averted their eyes.

Both the players and the staff were attracted by Harley's heroic spirit, and their eyes followed her figure.

He stood still at the door, looking around.

With a streak of sparks across the sky, the duel finally began.

"Isn't Harry Potter going to continue to fight?" The referee was thinking, "What should I do? I can't beat her!"

The Spanish Ministry of Magic obviously has considerable experience in organizing dueling competitions and arranged everything very properly.

And this is just foreplay. After releasing the light wheel, Crete raised his hand to condense a black mist on the tip of the wand.

"That's it. Good evening, Mr. Critter." Harley responded politely.

"I have been paying attention to the newspapers, and naturally I also know about you, the champion of the Six-wizard Tournament."

When a second bye occurs, the player will need to be drawn again.

During the competition, players can choose a certain amount of food to replenish their energy.

The two took their respective positions designated by the official, and Harley took a break and looked around the arena.

Soon the prescribed time for drawing lots came, and the staff filed in wearing uniforms.

After all, such a beautiful girl who looks like she is only about fifteen years old comes to participate in the duel competition. It seems inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

"The drawing is over, now let's enter the competition." A senior official from the Spanish Ministry of Magic stood at the highest point of the hall.

Harley didn't care about the looks of the people around her, and sat down at a small, unoccupied table, quietly waiting for the lottery to begin.

Harley weighed the No. 2 ball in her hand. It seemed that she didn't have to wait any longer.

After witnessing the previous battle, they could no longer see the arrogance and contempt in their eyes when they faced a fifteen-year-old girl.

This determination, ruthlessness, and skillful application of silent spells all amazed them, and made them faintly afraid.

After briefly emphasizing the rules again, the staff quickly organized the players to complete the draw.

The black hair was tied into a single ponytail, swinging up and down with Harley's nimble steps, tugging at the heartstrings.

As students of Durmstrang, studying black magic is a required course for them.

"Arrow of Dark Light!"

Crete was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and said nothing for a long time.

"I've just turned eighteen, and I've only graduated from Durmstrang for a year!"

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